If I were to die tonight,
Who would cry for me?
Strangers, whose interest is feigned?
Will those I love shed tears, or turn away?
If my best isn't good enough,
What more can I possibly give?
You can go ahead-walk away
Leave me here alone,
I'll try to keep afloat
But if I die tonight,
Who will cry?
My strength is almost gone,
I've got little left to give.
I'm drowning in the depths of pain,
Held aloft by a few strong pillars,
People that keep me from falling under.
-_-_-_-_
I have no tears left to cry,
They've dried up through time.
My voice no longer silent,
My eyes now seldom distant.
Someone heard,someone saw,
They came with a boat,
Pulling me from the sea bit by bit
With such care and determination
That I never realized what was occurring.
Looking back at the changes,
It always surprises me,
How far down I was,
How far I've come,
And how much I've changed.
Once again the question comes,
If I die tonight,
Who will cry?
The answer now is more clear than ever,
Because more people than I can name
Would cry if I were to die,
Because to them I am precious,
A pearl they pulled from the sea
Inspired by a few poems I came across at some point or another, particularly one known as "If Tonight I Die", and some winding conversations, as well as some of my own struggles with connecting to people.
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Poems From My Heart
PoetryI don't write much poetry, but what I do is inspire by something I have seen, or heard. Sometimes, it's something I've been through. Whatever the case, it resonates within me, inspires me until it comes out. This work is a collection of the poems I'...
